『marshall lee ♛』

..JUST LIKE IN REAL LIFE!  ❞

» marshall rubbed his eyes from the doorway, nodding towards simon. this was a rather early request, and he was asleep when it was given. ❝ yeah, uh, sure. come in. ❞  he yawned out.

» marshall continued to look down a bit. he nodded slowly. ❝ mhm.. ❞ he continued lightly strum on his guitar, the melody becoming softer – he slowly opened his eyes.

» marshall looked over at simon, narrowing his eyes. the last person who had told him to just 'get over it.' he had lashed out on and they hadn't talked. 'probably because he scared them so bad. marshall took a deep breath. he didn't ever want to do that to simon.. but it did hurt him. ❝ i'm going back to bed. ❞

The candy royal smiled once the door opened, a two boxes containing array of sweets in each of them. And he made sure to make them mostly reds and pinks for Marshall. “Hello, Marshall.” He greeted, walking in as he glanced around. This was his first time actually in the other’s house and he found himself curious how the vampire king lived. “You have a lovely home.”

he looked back at the prince before floating upwards and into his room, floating upside down over the tv -- just to finish setting it up. ❝ i hope you're okay with something a little.. mm.. scary. ❞ he winked.

I….I got insomnia OTZ

‘’I don’t even know your name and you don’t know mine. Aren’t you quick to judge.’’

❝ what’s your name, anyways? ❞

‘’How would you feel if they ate this humanoid, mm? Dead and gone. Digested.’’

marshall tapped his chin, thinking of fiona. he did care for her, but in what world would marshall show that? he chuckled. ❝ mmm.. it would kinda suck. kinda. i wouldn't have a house to creep around and crash at every so often. yeah. point taken. ❞

» marshall shrunk a bit under his hand; scrunching his nose up as his hair was ruffled. he felt like he could be himself. he doesn’t have to be the monster he was seen to be. when simon moved away from him, he blew some now messy locks out of his face. he shook his head. ❝ i’ll only hug crazy old dudes that are you. i’m not too punk rock for that. ❞ marshall smiled. ❝ no problem, simon.. just.. don’t cry again. please. ❞ marshall said, rubbing behind his neck. he didn’t want to expose too much of his feelings.

“So, what got you all choked up on the ‘i’m a monster’ thing in the first place? Or have these thoughts been going on for a while?” The antiquarian asked, his hands dropping to his sides.

Curious as he was, he slowly came up from behind marshall, peaking over at the scripted lyrics on the page, wondering if the writing was any good.

marshall shifted in his seat, almost as if he was about to wake up.

» marshall rubbed his eyes from the doorway, nodding towards simon. this was a rather early request, and he was asleep when it was given. ❝ yeah, uh, sure. come in. ❞  he yawned out.

» marshall continued to look down a bit. he nodded slowly. ❝ mhm.. ❞ he continued lightly strum on his guitar, the melody becoming softer -- he slowly opened his eyes.

an infinite-dancing Marshall Lee and Cake on your blog

Update: I put it on youtube

Link to DA

Curious as he was, he slowly came up from behind marshall, peaking over at the scripted lyrics on the page, wondering if the writing was any good.